The next morning, the biological alarm clock at 5:30 woke Rong Fan up. As usual, he was used to doing nothing. He went back to run back to see the bed that did not belong to him. His heart was also pure white. In the past, at that time, everything he had to wear today was ready, from clothes to socks and tie, and with watches and glasses.

With his empty heart, Rong Fan took a shower, entered his room lightly, and stumbled in the cloakroom for more than ten minutes before he took out a set of clothes that he thought were quite good. Since he was a child, Zhong Ma, who had taken care of him since he was a child, prepared his clothes in advance for him. Since he had a wife, his wife has taken care of others more than anyone else. From buying and matching, all of them were made by her.

When Rong Fan put on his clothes, he originally planned to go into the bedroom to see Xia Ran, but thinking of her sadness last night, he suppressed his heart and walked slowly down the stairs. He saw a sumptuous breakfast on the dining table in the large living room, but he had no appetite at all.

Since their three years of marriage, no matter how early he gets up every morning, as long as he dresses well, a warm breakfast will definitely be placed in that place. His wife has a pair of skilled hands and can make him considerate breakfast every morning, which is different for a month. Now these breakfasts are really exquisite, but they don’t give him the appetite to eat.

Rong Fan wanted to leave, but when she passed by the dining table, she thought of the person she disliked the person she didn't like the breakfast the most, so she sat down again. The new breakfast chef finally let go of a hung heart.

Before Rong Fan could start, he had been here for two months. It was Rong Fan who specially hired Aunt Li to take care of Xia Ran and stepped forward and said, "Sir, my wife didn't use dinner last night."

"Why are you telling me now?" Rong Fan's eyes were extremely cold for an instant, and he immediately got up and ran back to the room.

Aunt Li was actually quite aggrieved. She advised her wife to eat, but her wife didn't want to tell her husband if she didn't eat. Moreover, her husband was already asleep, so she couldn't bother her.

Rong Fan almost rushed into the bedroom, and the door opened was quite loud, but Xia Ran, who had always been sleeping lightly, still slept soundly. He couldn't help but jumped to the edge of the bed, looking at Xia Ran's face with an abnormal flushing, reached out to stroke her forehead, which was so hot that it was scary. He turned around and yelled at Aunt Li who followed him up: "Call the phone and ask Dr. Xu to tell his wife that he had a high fever as quickly as possible."

"Yes, yes." Aunt Li felt that things were going on. She had been here for two months. Although her wife did not give her a good look after her, unless she was blind, she could never see that her husband was so nervous about her that she was in her mouth that she was afraid of melting, holding her palms in her palms, and holding them in her heart for fear of being stuffy.

Aunt Li left, Rong Fan was still worried, so he took out his cell phone and dialed: "Liang Xuzhou, you go to pick up Dr. Xu in person, I will only give you ten minutes."

After saying that, without waiting for Liang Xuzhou to reply, he hung up the phone and then opened the curtains. He found that the window was wide open. There was a bottle of red wine on the windowsill with only one bottom left. He pursed his thin lips. Rong Fan opened the bed curtain and personally called hot water. After cleaning Xia Ran, someone brought an ice bag and put it under Xia Ran's armpits. He quietly hugged her: "No matter how you torture me, don't hurt yourself.

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Chapter completed!